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I’m drenched. I know the moment that he feels it, that hot wetness coating his fingertips, from the sound he makes as he kisses me. I feel him tense under me, the muscles in his thighs tightening as his hips rock upwards too, and I can feel the hard ridge of his cock against me as his fingers slide up to my clit.
“So fucking wet,” he murmurs against my mouth. “It won’t take long for you to come for me, will it? I bet I can make you come before we get back to the hotel.”
His fingers start to circle my clit as he speaks, soft, tight circles that leave me gasping and trembling. He finds it instantly, zeroing in on the spot that makes my thighs quiver and my nails dig into his shoulders, and I know he’s right. It won’t take long for me to come, not like this. He knowsexactlywhat he’s doing, and the fact that we’re in the back of his car, fully dressed, my arousal dripping down over his fingers while the driver can hear the wet, filthy sounds that they make as they rub against my clit, turns me on even more.
My hips rock against his hand as he kisses me, grinding down against his fingers. I slide one hand behind his head, bracing myself as I feel his fingers move faster, rolling over my clit as he sucks my lower lip into his mouth. “Good girl,” he murmurs, feeling the flood of arousal that drips down over his hand. “Come for me. Come all over my fucking fingers.”
I’m utterly lost in it. The way he’s taken control, the filthy things he says in that low, growling voice, the expertise of his fingers and mouth—god, I can’t wait to find out what that mouth feels like between my legs. I can’t wait to find out everything with him, and that’s the thought that sends me over the edge, my entire body seizing with the strongest orgasm I’ve ever had as I buck and writhe against his hand, clamped between my thighs as I moan into the kiss and come every bit as hard as he wants me to.
“Fuck.”David breathes the word as he slips his hand free. I watch in a fog of dazed lust as he raises his fingers to his mouth, flicking his tongue over the tips. “I was going to wait until I had you in bed to find out how you taste,” he murmurs. “But I don’t think I can wait with you all over my hand like this.”
His fingers are fucking coated in my orgasm. He licks them again, groaning as if I’m the sweetest thing he’s ever tasted. Then he touches my lower lip, his already dark eyes even darker with lust.
“Taste yourself,bellisima,”he murmurs, his voice thick with desire. “You taste so fucking good.”
I part my lips without thinking, letting him slide two slick fingers into my mouth. His other hand squeezes my hip, pulling me down hard into his lap, against the thick ridge of his cock. I know I must be making a mess of his suit trousers right now; my arousal smeared all over the fabric as I grind helplessly down onto him, his fingers pushing into my mouth as I suck on them with a whimper. David groans as I suck, his hips rocking against me, breathless with his own lust now.
“God, I want your pretty mouth around my cock.” He tugs his fingers free, pulling my lips back to his. “I want to be inside of you.Fuck.”
The car rolls to a stop, and David fumbles for the door handle, slipping me gently off of his lap as he opens it. He helps me out of the car, and we’re barely on the sidewalk before he kisses me again, pulling me against him with a kind of raw hunger that takes my breath away.
I hadn’t expected this—thisneed. It makes me feel unsteady, but I don’t want it to stop. I kiss him back, trying desperately not to seem inexperienced, not to seem clumsy. I don’t want him to know that he’s my first, and suddenly that seems of paramount importance. If he did know, I have no idea if he’d still want this.
“I need you in my bed. God, Ineed—” He kisses me again, growling the words against my mouth, and then we’re stumbling towards the glass doors leading into the hotel, through the mosaic-tiled lobby, to the elevator at the end of it. David breaks the kiss long enough to press the button, and the moment the doors open and we’re inside, he has me up against the mirrored wall, his hips pressed hard to mine. His fingers thread through my hair, and he’s kissing me all over again as he fumbles with his other hand to slide the black matte key for the penthouse into the key slot.
My lips feel raw and swollen, my body throbbing with desire. I’m too far gone to think now, beyond anything except sensation, the feeling of his broad hands sliding over my body, one cupping my breast as his thumb glides over my nipple through the silky fabric of my dress. I catch a glimpse of us in the opposite mirrored wall, my hair a wild tangle around my face, David’s hand cupping my flushed cheek, his hair falling into his eyes as he kisses me again. His other hand slides down to my waist, holding me there, and when one of my hands slips between us to graze against his cock, I feel him groan against my mouth.
He feelshuge. I have a moment’s concern about how all this will work, but we’re beyond that now.At least he won’t think you’re a virgin because it’s a struggle to get it in, I think wryly as he breaks the kiss for a moment, his lips dragging down my throat and taking my breath away. I think any woman would feel tight to him, first time or not, and that feels like an odd relief, despite my concerns about whether it will work at all.
The elevator chimes, the doors sliding open, and David leads me out. There’s only one door up here, and we go straight to it, my heels clicking on the wooden floor as David holds his key card up to the light. The door clicks open, and as we step inside, I’m blown away.
I’m used to luxury—I’ve grown up in it. But this is something else. I can’t take it in all at once, not when he’s behind me, his hands sliding down my dress with a hungry urgency, but I see the expansive living room with the huge windows overlooking Ibiza, the soft-looking couch and pillows strewn everywhere—and most importantly, an open door that leads to a bedroom that I can see just a glimpse of.
“I thought about fucking you up against that window,” David murmurs in my ear from behind, his hands working my skirt up my thighs. “I’d have you completely naked, pressed against the glass, that whole fucking view in front of us.”
The skirt slips up, over my hips, and he drags the fabric upwards, sliding it over my arms and head and tossing it to the wooden floor. I had very little on beneath it, and in a matter of seconds, I’m bare except for my panties.
“We’ll start in the bed, though, I think,” he murmurs, turning me to face him. In one swift motion, he picks me up, my legs wrapping around his waist as he carries me to the bedroom, kissing me the entire way with his hand wrapped in my hair.
The room smells like citrus. It’s the only thought I have before he spills me back onto the huge bed, made up with cool white bedding that chills my flushed skin as he follows me, leaning over me as I’m pressed back into the mounds of pillows. The heat of his mouth sears against my lips as I reach for his shirt without a thought, wanting to seehim, too. I fumble with the buttons, my fingers trembling as I try to get them undone, and when one pops loose, I gasp softly.
David laughs, the sound vibrating over my skin where his lips are pressed against my jaw, at that soft spot just behind my ear. “Don’t worry,bellisima,” he murmurs, his fingers replacing mine as he nimbly undoes the rest of his buttons. “It’s just a shirt.”
Bellisima. I wouldn’t have guessed he was Italian. He called me that once before, and if it had been closer to the start of the night, it might have put me off—a reminder of all the men back home that my mother is trying to convince to accept my hand in marriage, men who might once have tripped over one another for the chance to get closer to my family name and wealth, and the power that being so closely tied to the mafia would bring them. I didn’t come here looking to fuck a man like the ones I know in Chicago—but David seems different, all the same. He doesn’t know who my family is or the Sicilian mafia ties that the Leone name has. None of that matters here.
And it doesn’t matter now, because his hands are on my waist, his mouth on my throat, his shirt falling open to reveal a leanly muscled chest dusted with dark hair and inked with tattoos, and Iwanthim. I slide my hands up his abs, my fingers catching on the ridges of muscle as David reaches for his belt, and my heart hammers in my chest.
This is really happening. I’m really doing this.He leans back on his knees, between my spread thighs, his gaze raking hungrily over my bare breasts as he undoes the front of his pants. I don’t feel as shy or embarrassed as I thought I might, almost entirely naked in front of someone for the first time. I think it has something to do with the way he’s looking at me, like I’m the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. He had four women all over him back at that bar, but I feel certain from the look on his face that all he’s thinking about right now is me.
When he pushes his pants down his hips, his cock springing free, I bite my lip as I feel my eyes go wide. Heishuge—long and thick, the throbbing length framed by muscled thighs that flex as he looks down at me, his cock twitching eagerly. My entire body feels tense, aching to be touched, and even though a quiver of nerves goes through me as I look at him, I’m not as scared as I thought I would be.
“God, you’re fucking gorgeous,” David groans, leaning down to stroke his fingers over my hips. “Let’s get these off of you,bellisima.I want to taste you.”
His fingertips hook in the edge of my silky panties as he says it, sliding them down my legs as his gaze fixes between my thighs. I got a wax the first day here at the spa with Claire, and my skin is soft and bare, everything visible for his hungry eyes. The moment he tosses my panties to the side, his hands slide up my inner thighs, opening me up for him as he spreads my legs, and as he leans down, I suck in a soft breath of anticipation.
I want to know what this feels like. His mouth—
“Fuck!” I cry out the instant his tongue touches me, wet and hot, sliding up through my folds and centering on my clit. My hands twist in the sheets, and my hips buck upwards, and I hear David’s low chuckle as he holds my hip with one hand, pinning me down against the sheets as he presses his mouth tighter between my thighs. “Oh god,god—”
